And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 455 | 2017-04-18 20:16:45 | 42.65 | 91% |
| 59 | 2017-01-27 18:24:34 | 29.54 | 96% |